Lord Rannos

Jeez, I fricken hate people who think that video games cause violence problems. It's the stupidest thing I've ever heard of. If they start banning video games, what gets hit next? Movies with violence? Message boards? No, in the words of the immortal Ron White: It's a video problem, not a parenting problem. You figured it out, congratulations.

I never really cry when I'm in pain, or something like that, but tears have an annoying habit of coming to my eyes. When I get reall angry or frusturated, my eyes start tearing up. This seems to happen mostly in public, so I try to control it as best I can. I think that crying as a release is a good thing. Sometimes there's nothing you can do about something, and the only way you can let your anger out is by crying. So basically that's the only time that I really cry. And it tends to be very violent. I'm always kind of confused by people who cry when they're happy, but I understand the sentiment. I try not to cry for the most part, on male macho principle. Can't control the testosterone.

[QUOTE=Rei_Man] I imagine to strap George Bush, naked, to the front of a tank would also be a suitable way to spend such money. Just to be a good citizen of Great Britain, I think I'd probably have our stupid prime minister, Tony Blair, strapped to the turret. Then it'd drive through the desert. For four days. And then, just to top it off, the tank would 'accidentally' drive into a river. A deep river. :flush:[/QUOTE] Gee, doesn't that seem like a roundabout way to get things done? Let's see....I would pay a million dollars to either a) Live forever, b) Get a free ride to heaven/nirvana/other religious paradise, c)have a billionaire uncle that leaves me all his money in his will. I'm thinkin' ahead, people! Come to think of it, having George Bush just not.....exist.....would be worth it. Never, never, never naked though. Anything but seeing him naked.

Oh, come on! The only movie that I've heard of that's coming out this year is Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy! I cannot wait to see that. It's been a radio broadcast, a TV show, and a book series, and the movie is gonna suck really bad. Yup, I acknowledge that the movie will probably be horrible, but I still gotta see it. Narnia I guess I'll also need to see, right after I reread all of the books. I remember those as being closer to kids books, though.....hmm...anyway, that is something I've gotta check out. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? Not [I]entirely[/I] sure I need to see that. Looks like it'll just be kind of a kiddy thing. Maybe it'll be good.....wait for the previews and see. Heck, I don't make it out to the movies that much anyway.

The reason that humans don't want to eat cats and dogs n' stuff is simple. Pets are things that we love and have fun with and care about. There are precious few farmers who develop love for their cow. Thus, they wouldn't feel as bad eating a cow as eating the family pet. But they eat dogs in parts of Asia, don't they.....eh, I'll just be disgusted by their behavior. (Sorry if I offend anyone there, but I'm rather fond of dogs.) On the topic of cannabalism, I'd say that anyone who says they wouldn't eat a body out of necessity has never starved. I'd say that if you're situation is bad enough that human is all you got, you'll probably eat it if just for respite from hunger. It's impossible to imagine being that hungry, I know, but past a point I'd say that it would be fairly likely. Not that I wouldn't exhaust any other means of feeding myself first, but I would eventually do it.

Gee, I live in Iowa. We have corn growing within my suburb, there has recently been a big court deal about a man who wants to build a horse barn......uh.....did I mention we have corn? And soy beans! No to mention that everyone in Iowa is really nice.....and we have a low sales tax.....aaaaaaand......we probably will never get a nuclear attack or anything near us because nothing ever happens. Yet our airport security still insists on wanding the elderly guy in the wheelchair.

While I agree that it may not have been the best decision for the girls to drop off cookies late, I think that the (no pussyfooting around here) old hag crossed the line when she didn't accept the apologies and sued over it. Here's another great one: there are lawyers running around the U.S. suing small businesses for technicalities based on handicap laws. Stuff like their toilets being 6 inches from the wall instead of 7. One strip club got sued because there were stairs leading up to the "private" rooms and no other way to get up. The legal system annoys me. People can't possibly have long enough sentences if they ever get back out after killing someone. I apologize if their's anyone who had a DWI, but I think that if you get one, you shouldn't be allowed to drive. It's as simple as that.

I've only played the versions of X that came out on the PS1 and PS2, so I wouldn't know how good the earlier ones are. If they can manage to get X5 on their, though, I'll be happy. I lost my copy a while ago. Whether or not they do include the newer X's, I need to get it. I feel like I would be more enriched by seeing Zero in 8-Bit form.....uh.....if he ever was 8-bit...... By the way, could you play as Zero on the earlier X's? That would definitely make the game worth buying. As for Battle and Chase, it'll be interesting enough to play, but there's usually a reason games aren't released in the U.S.

Gameplay and storyline beat graphics everytime. It can be annoying when the graphics are crappy, but if the gameplay and storyline is good, then all is well. The proof of this being in FF8. Horrible, horrible graphics, but I love it anyway. Plus, it has cool cutscene graphics, which are really the only ones you need.

I just got back into playing Final Fantasy 8 after a several month lag and some issues witha stupid minigame and a ruby dragon. Grr, and thank god for Odin. Sucker got what he deserved..... Anyway, I just got Halo for PC, and I play that whenever I feel like blowing the crap out of something. Not enough weapons in that, though. I'm stuck with only one kind of sniper rifle and it bothers me. Thirdly, I [I]started[/I] playing Metroid Prime 2: Echoes, but really haven't been keeping up with it. I guess I just kinda got bored with it. On a side note: the multiplayer for that game really isn't all that great.

I really think that these tests can't tell you anything much. All it is is testing your hand reflexes. You would learn more about biases from the information it presents you at the beginning. The problem with these tests, at least for me, is that I realte the buttons to the answers, without thinking about what's even on the screen. That may sound like the idea behind the test, but my mind doesn't classify good and young to be the same if their on the same button. Also, they switch it around in the middle, which would naturally set you outside of a "groove" of the buttons you were pressing. The best way to study biases and prejudices isn't to flash images in front of them and have them press buttons, it's to see how they react when actually placed in a stiuation with old people or black people. If they treat them differently, they're biased. If someone walks into a room with a white guy and a black guy he doesn't know, look at who he talks to. It's that sort of "real-life" test that would produce the most accurate information, but that's just my opinion.

I love Rammstein all kinds of ways. I first got introduced to them by my friend, and he made some archive copies of the CD's he had (That be the completely legal way to make copies), and I listen to them constantly. I thought they were relatively new until my parents told me that my brother listened to them, which gives me even more reason to like them. I have Reise, Reise and Mutter right now, but I might be getting some of their other CD's. Personally, I think that Reise, Reise was just kind of softer than Mutter, but they did a good job. Gotta love German stuff.

I just have been looking through some Adventure Inn threads, and I noticed one thing in particular: At least 5 within the last few weeks have been closed on the basis of not having a rating. Now, I know there needs to be a rating, but you shouldn't have to close the thread because it doesn't have one; especially if several people have already signed up. Not to be disrespectful or anything, but couldn't Arcadia (or whoever closes it) just PM the starter asking them to change their title to include a rating? If this is already how it is done, however, I apologize for my ignorance and wasting your time.

Heh, heh. I think you missed many of them. You can draw most GF's from bossess, like [spoiler]Edea[/spoiler] who you can get Alexander from. Diablos is in that bottle thingy that Cid gives you. There are also a couple that are hidden away in discreet corners of the world. Anyway, I think that FF8 is a great game. Nobody else ever thinks so, but I do. I think that Squall is the coolest videogame character ever, and I generally like the game and the storyline. Plus, using the junction system, any given character can have any role (though they tend to lean towards specific sorts). FF8 is kind of where I landed in the FF games; I never really played one before it (excepting Chrono Trigger). I wish you great amounts of luck, and watch out for ruby dragons.

Super Mario Brothers for the SNES. My brother was awesome at that game and that was the main game I played for many many years. It just had me hooked until we had to get rid of it.Also, I think that Starcraft was kind of one. At the point that I played it, I didn't really have a console, so it was one of the first I played. Since it was such a good game, I got into real-time strategy games. Crap, I gotta be the only one here who never owned a Nintendo.

It would be hard for me to consider myself as either. I don't believe that war between countries or fighting in general is a good thing, I just think that it is sometimes the best way to get things done. Complete dominance over a country can end wars faster than treaties and promises. It's just sad that so many people have to die. On a personal level, though, I would consider myself a warrior. People who know me know me to not get into fights, I usually try to avoid them. I just feel like I want to get into a fight sometimes. That that would be the best soloution. This bothers me constantly, since I know that I shouldn't (or can't) get into a fight, but it's all that I think about; the best way to fight someone. Lots of built up anger, I guess.

[quote name='em si hsoJ']hate to brake it to you but black and white are not "colors", black is the complete absense of color adn white is every color....I love black and whites too though so I totally agree with you :)[/quote] Firstly, that's only with light. With pigments, black is a color, as is white. More importantly, I really like your drawings. They have alot of detail and shading in them, two things that my drawings can never hope to have. I don't think that you should color it personally. Sometimes things just look better in black and white. Especially if you lose shading and quality when coloring it. Anyway, I'd definitely give them both a 10/10. Nice job!

[COLOR=DarkRed]I reall don't feel like my school's dress code is too bad. Basically, girls just can't have spaghetti straps or skirts that are shorter than.......the teachers think they should be. My school is pretty relaxed. My friend even wears a shirt that says "There can't be manslaughter without man laughter!" and has a picture of a guy holding a knife and laughing (It's a joke, people). But it would seriously suck if we had to wear uniforms :mad:. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Century Gothic]Hmm.....very dark. And you know how little I like metaphors, Adam. I think that the first one has a lot of depth and meaning, something that we all know, but don't really think about. They could put it on an inspirational poster. :p Overall, I like them alot. Although I can't tell whether they express what your inner feelings are, or just darkish and meaningful poetry. Anyway, it would be cool if you wrote more.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Century Gothic]Orin moved in a slow patrol around the campsite, weaving between the trees. He glanced towards the sky and saw a dark figure through the treetops. He grabbed at his sword and tensed himself, but relaxed when he saw that it was just Jin, making his rounds in the sky. He kept on going, habitually trying not to leave tracks. He came to the entrance of the camp, where he stepped into the open for a moment. Suddenly, he heard pounding feet coming from the camp. He turned towards it, furrowing his brow in confusion. Akai burst from the entrance, looking around wildly. Orin leaped back, pulling out his sword. He sheathed it again as Bravie came out after him. "Their coming!" Bravie shouted when she saw Orin "Who?" Orin asked, glancing at the surrounding trees. All seemed quiet, so he wasn't especially worried. "The demons. They've assembled an army and are coming for Akai." Bravie said, pulling out her javelin. "Damn. I was worried about this. They won't simply let one of their generals go...." Orin replied angrily. "That's not the worst of it. They know where we are. Where the rebels are." "What? Didn't you alert the council?" "They didn't believe me." "Well, lets try to assemble what hunters we can." Orin said, turning away.[/FONT][/COLOR]

This is the book that I'm writing in and for a publishing class.It's going to be a fanasy novel, and I need some feedback as to how it's going. It's my first, so I hope that everyone likes it! There will be more to come. [b][SIZE=4][COLOR=DarkRed][CENTER][FONT=arial]Before the End of Time[/font][/center][/size][/b][/color] [center][FONT=lucida console]Lord Rannos[/font][/center] [FONT=Arial Black][center]Chapter One[/center][/FONT] Rannos was scared. He wasn?t proud of it, but with a 10 foot tall ogre on his tail, he felt that he had a right to be. He dashed through the forest, dry leaves underfoot crackling. Hearing a loud roar, he quickly threw a glance over his shoulder. He saw, about seven feet behind him, a huge, pale beast, with legs half as large around as tree trunks and bulging muscles. It dashed after him with grim light in its eye, holding its club high above its head. It was big, and it was pissed. ?Shoot this bloody monster!? Rannos yelled at the trees, hoping that one of his fellows would hear him, praying to whatever gods he knew that he wouldn?t be killed. His prayers were soon answered; two arrows came shooting from the treetops, landing directly above a short spear that was hurled directly into the ogre?s stomach. Again, it roared out its rage to the world as it pulled out the spear and cast it away. Rannos kept on running, but chanced a look back when he heard a cry of pain from the bushes where the thrown spear had landed. No time to stop for him?.. Rannos thought, chancing another glance over his shoulder. He saw the ogre bearing down on him; it would soon catch up to him. ?Rannos!? came a voice from behind the ogre, ?Strike it down!? Rannos smiled. This was his cue. He quickly whirled around to face his foe; eyes alight with a golden glow. ?Die, beast!? he said gravely, slowly spreading his arms. Lightning crackled between his outstretched hands, as the ogre charged him. He grinned mirthlessly as he slammed his hands together, sending out a bolt of lightning from his fingertips. It struck the ogre full on in the chest, and it toppled over. ?I think that?s the last of them,? came a voice from the trees, as its owner leapt nimbly down from a branch. ?Right you are,? came another voice; similar to the first, but slightly deeper. He leapt down, as well, both of them smiling faintly. They were both of elven descent, short in comparison to a man, but pretty average height for an elf. They both had golden hair that was cut short failing to cover their pointed ears. They carried a longbow apiece, with a quiver strapped to their backs. ?Draan, Traan. Nice to see that you finally decided to help me with that creature.? The twin brothers gave a mock bow. ?Your wish is our command, O lord.? Rannos pushed past them, going into the woods behind the ogre?s carcass to look for the warrior that had accompanied them. He started poking through the thick undergrowth. "Where is that swordsman.....?" he wondered aloud, rubbing ruefully at his temples. It had been a long night, looting a gnoll base. At least they would be reimbursed by the mayor of the town who had hired them in the first place. "I'm over here!" came a voice from somewhere off to his left. Rannos started running in the direction of the voice. He soon saw a large man sitting in a clearing with his back to a large tree and a bloody spear lying on the ground next to him. His plate armor was dented where the ogre's club had struck him, and he had a large hole in his armor where the spear had hit him. "You look terrible, Kojaan," Rannos said, grinning. "That spear that Gyrin threw got me," Kojaan said, his face pale. Rannos began walking towards him. "Actually, the ogre threw that spear away," Rannos said, checking Kojaan's wounds, ?these wounds won't kill you, Kojaan, but we had better get you back to town and find you a healer. For now....." Rannos slowly spun his arm in a long circle, leaving a long white cloth where it went. Rannos knelt over and handed the cloth to Kojaan, helping him to remove his armor. "I didn't know that you did healing magic," Kojaan said, binding his stomach where the spear had struck him. "New thing I'm trying," Rannos said as he tightened the bandages, "let's get back to town now.? "Fine, but I can't walk alone." Kojaan said, struggling to his feet. Rannos chuckled and grunted as Kojaan shifted some of his weight onto him. [SIZE=4][center]* * *[/center][/SIZE] Quonth stood over a pool of dark liquid, chanting softly. As he chanted, the water started moving; first rippling, then starting to shift upwards. It formed the figure of a podium reaching up from the liquid. It showed many shadowy figures in it, constantly moving and melting into one another. He frowned and stared at the liquid for another moment. All of the shadows melded into three figures, although their appearance was impossible to discern. He scowled darkly at the pool, and dashed the liquid away with one hand. Trying to read the future was pointless. Especially if it was inside, without a clear lake to do it with. Quonth sighed softly. It was no use, his master had a castle, and it would have to do. Replacing the scowl on his face, Quonth walked quickly towards the large oaken door of his chambers. As he reached for the handle, it flung open, revealing a small man with dark green robes. ?What do you want?? Quonth snarled at him. He was in a bad mood. ?The master wishes to see you,? the servant said with a bow. ?In his chambers, I suppose?? Quonth asked, walking out into the hallway. ?Yes, Lord,? the servant said, hurrying after him. ?Be about your business, then,? Quonth told him, turning left down a passageway. Whenever the master called, he usually wanted Quonth to go on some mission or another for him. He walked for another minute, counting his paces carefully. Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine??.60! He tapped upon the wall to his right three times, and turned. The gray stone slowly melted away, leaving a dark portal where the wall had been. Quonth hesitated only a second before pushing through. A cold clammy feeling crept over him, and he suddenly felt cold, afraid, like he was going to never get out. Luckily, that feeling was never actualized. Stepping out of the portal, Quonth found himself in front of a black, ironbound door; the one that led to his master?s chambers. Quickly straightening his robes, he grabbed up the large knocker in the shape of a dragon?s head. After knocking slowly on the door three times, he took a step back. The knocker came alive before him, slowly opening its red eyes and staring at him. Quonth slowly brought his right hand up to face level, revealing the ring upon his forefinger in the shape of intertwined leaves. The dragon blinked once, and lowered its head. Slowly, the door opened to reveal a long, dark chamber. Peering hard against the darkness, Quonth could see a figure far off in the distance. ?I?ve been waiting for you?.? said the shadowy figure in a cold, monotone voice. ?I came hear as quickly as I could, Master,? Quonth said, kneeling and keeping his head down facing the floor of the chamber. ?Yes?..of course you did?..? there was a small laugh from the shadows,? In any case, I have a new mission for you. Quonth sighed mentally, but kept his body still. Usually his master sent him out to gather herbs or something. It got very tiresome. ?I need you to intercept a band of warriors,? the master said again. There was a rustling in the darkness, and a map of Varutyrm appeared. On it, there was a black spot to mark his master?s citadel. Suddenly, there was a flashing red dot just south of the citadel, ?they will arrive here soon. You are to intercept them, and bring them back to me. Use any force necessary; short of killing them. ?My visions have told me that you would need only three?..? Quonth said, barely controlling the fear in his voice. It was unwise to contradict the master. ?Indeed? Then attempt to find out who these three are, and bring them here. You are dismissed.? [FONT=Arial Black][center]Chapter Two[/center][/FONT] Rannos strode confidently towards the city gate, the rest of the group he had been traveling with trailing slightly behind. ?Would you guys hurry up? We?re almost to Laothen,? Rannos said, stopping for a moment to look over his shoulder. ?We, unlike some cocky elementalists, are worried about bandits on the road robbing us,? Kojaan growled, looking around warily. ?Well, if we were in the city, there would be less chance of being robbed,? Rannos said impatiently, setting off towards the distant city. ?I wouldn?t be so sure of that,? said Gyrin quietly, speeding up to keep pace with Rannos, ?some of the worst thieves lurk in the shadows of cities, large or small. As for roads, they?re a perfect place for an ambush.? Rannos became quieter after that, choosing to fall back into step with the others. He felt that they were overreacting, but it never hurt to be careful. Since Gyrin had given him that warning, Rannos felt on edge and nervous. His eyes were shifting to the sides of the road involuntarily. They traveled the rest of the way in silence, warily watching the trees. As they reached the city?s outer perimeter, they were stopped by a small contingent of guards. They were all dressed in full armor with a long sword held before them. Their shields bore a large sword split at the end upon a dark green background, the official symbol of the city, Rannos surmised. The guards stopped three feet from them and held their swords high in front of them. One guard stepped forward and addressed them. ?Who are you, and what is your business here?? he asked, driving his sword point down into the ground in front of him and crossing his arms across his chest. Rannos was unsurprised by the guard?s suspicion; they had been fighting through the night and must have looked terrible. Rannos reached slowly into his bag, keeping the opening towards the guard so that he could see what was being pulled out. ?We have this agreement with the guardian, to kill the nearby tribe of snagorths,? Rannos said, holding up a large, much wrinkled, piece of parchment bearing the cities seal. The guard stepped forward and scrutinized the seal. He grabbed a monocle from a small pocket within his armor. He held it to his eye and stared at the parchment a moment longer before ushering them in. ?You are to go directly to the guardian?s manor. He will meet with you once you have had a chance to rest and be fed. Is this understood?? the guard fixed Rannos with an icy stare. ?Understood,? said Rannos, turning back to his companions. They all nodded and they set off through the town, weeding their way between tightly packed houses. After a short time of walking, they came upon the finer part of the city; where large houses and rich merchants were common. Here would also lay the guardians manor. ?Wait here for a moment,? said Gyrin, taking his spear from his back and leaning it against a nearby wall. He then pulled out a long, black rope that seemed to writhe at one end as if it were alive. He started swinging it in a tight, slow circle, and released it at the top of its swing. It flew upwards and grabbed hold of the roof of a building, and clung there. Gyrin tugged the rope twice sharply, and started to climb it. He scaled the side of the building quickly, and was soon sitting on top of the house. Rannos saw him stand up and look around for a couple moments before he leapt to the ground. Gyrin hit the ground hard and rolled for a couple feet before he stopped, struggling to get up. ?What?s up there?? Kojaan asked, helping Gyrin to stand up. ?Not much. The guardian?s house is over that way,? Gyrin pointed to the north, dusting himself off,?and let that be a lesson to me about jumping off of buildings.? Chuckling, the small band made its way toward the large building in the distance. It wasn?t very far off, so they soon reached the large building with large green banners bearing the cities seal. They walked quickly up to the door, and were met, once again, by a guard. ?Let me guess?..state our name and business?? Rannos asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. ?I don?t appreciate your tone,? the guard said icily, narrowing his eyes at Rannos. ?Rannos??? Kojaan said threateningly, giving him a warning glare. Rannos shrugged apologetically, as Kojaan continued. ?We had an agreement with the guardian; to kill the snagorth tribe.? ?Alright then, you may enter,? the guard said, stepping aside and opening the large manor door. As it swung open, Rannos leaned forward; peering into the prevailing darkness around the chamber. ?Why is it so dark in??Rannos started, but he was cut off by the door slamming behind him. ?What!? What is this?? Draan said. Rannos heard a rustling of cloaks, which he could only assume was Draan pulling out his sword. ?I like this not??? Traan said, also pulling out a sword. Rannos was about to draw his own, but he never had a chance to. Suddenly, many lights came on all about them. Rannos saw that he stood in the center of a large room, surrounded by now flickering torches. Directly in front of them stood a tall, stately seeming man with a bushy white mustache. He looked to be old, but his muscles were firm. He wore a simple green tunic that was belted at the waist. He leaned upon a jewel-encrusted sword. ?Ah. I see that you have finally returned. I trust that those pests are taken care of?? the guardian asked, raising one eyebrow inquisitively. Rannos snorted. Calling thirty of those creatures a pest was hardly fitting. They were shaped as snakes, but had arms and claws that could tear a man?s throat out. Add to that the fact that they could fly as well as any bird, and you had a deadly combination. Before Rannos could air his opinions on what the guardian had said, Kojaan replied. ?Yes, we have killed the snagorths. I trust that you have prepared our payment???? ?Yes, yes, of course,? the guardian said, waving his hand dismissively. Five bags appeared upon the ground; one in front of each of the adventurers. Draan and Traan quickly sheathed their weapons and leapt upon their sacks. Rannos leaned down and picked his up. He untied the string keeping his shut and looked inside tentatively. He smiled at what he saw: A sack literally bulging with gold coins. ?Perfect,? Rannos said, ?well, now that we have our payment, I suppose that we?ll be off, then?..? ?Also, in thanks for your help, I have reserved you all rooms in my favorite tavern: The Jagged Blade,? the guardian told them. He then proceeded to give directions to the tavern. ?Well?.thank you,? Rannos said, turning to his companions, ?are we finished here?? ?I?..suppose so,? said Gyrin, shouldering his payment and heading for the door. ?We, as well,? Traan and Draan said together. ?Let?s go to that tavern, then,? Kojaan said, turning toward the door of the building. Rannos yawned. He had been slightly energized by the adrenaline of the guardian?s entrance, but Rannos?s eyes were beginning to droop; he was afraid that he would fall asleep where he stood. Walking slowly out of the manor, Rannos started towards the Jagged Blade. He saw a large, orange sword off in the distance; near the poorer district. After walking for a time in a half-awake trance, Rannos came upon the tavern. Rannos could see why they had gotten in for free. It was one of the most run-down taverns that he had ever seen. Rannos sighed and walked in, anyway; hoping that at least their water would be clean enough to bathe in.

[FONT=Century Gothic][COLOR=DarkRed]Orin walked slowly towards the derilect belltower, keeping one hand on the hilt of his blade. As he neared the edge of the forest, he began to hear voices coming from the direction of the belltower. He climbed to the higher branches of a tree to his right, where he could observe the small group of people without alerting them to his presence. He saw three humans......and a demon. He fought back the urge to attack it, instead watching. It seemed that this demon intended to help the humans. Leaping down from his tree, Orin walked into the clearing, facing four drawn weapons. "Well, this is unexpected......" Orin said, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. The humans glanced at each other uneasily, unsure what to expect. Orin heard a small whoosh and suddenly felt a blade pressed to the back of his neck. "Who are you?" Jin growled, holding his blade steady. "My name is Orin. I was also sent by Amaru to help track down the demons. I mean you no harm." he said, apparently unphased by the sword at his neck. The humans lowered their weapons, and relaxed momentarily. Jin sheathed his blade and returned to the skies. "We are glad to have your help," said Bravie, offering her hand to him. Smiling, Orin shook her hand."Anything I can do to help."[/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Century Gothic]Orin knew something was following him. He could hear it moving in the bushes to either side of him. He kept on moving normally as he reached down to grab hs dagger. He heard a noise from the top of a tree behind him. Whirling around, Orin threw his dagger at the tree, smiling in sastifaction as he heard a pained grunt. He drew his sword and dropped into a defensive stance. "I know you're there, demon. Show yourself," Orin said, his eyes searching the treetops for signs of the demon following him. A strange hissing sound emenated from the trees as the demon dropped to the ground. Orin pulled back his sword and lunged forward and struck the demon, leaving a long, glistening line of flame where he slashed it. The demon screeched in pain, clawing at Orin. "Ah, yes, you don't care much for blessed weapons do you?" Orin said, batting off the demon's attack. "The lower demons are so pathetic. Now die!" Orin said, readying himself to attack. The demon replied in its native tongue, obviously some sort of threat. Orin laughed then lunged again, this time striking the demon through the chest. It erupted in a fountain of flame as Orin stepped back from the blaze. Smiling confidently, Orin started towards Deadwood again.[/FONT][/COLOR]

Thanks, they look great. Especially the outline one. I really like the picture for the banner.

Now to switch gears completely...... I request a banner and avitar using Warcraft 3 images. Preferably Nightelf or Undead heroes, but I'm not too picky. I want the banner to say Lord Rannos on it in a font similar to the one in my current banner (and post which font you used). Once again, I'm not picky. Don't put anything on the avitar 'cept the picture. Thanks.